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Could it be your nice silky tone
That makes me want to kiss you to the bone Distant nights and love on the phone As I touch myself listen to me moan The mood evokes incense smoke Im burning up with explode Let me talk you to a place that your body desire Face to face our body can build a fire Inside your world: A sudden glance you give me from across the room I want you to come and take control of my body You open up my favorite bottle of wine And let the wind blow Create an atmosphere and stay right here I listen to the rain With my hands on the window pane Its burning me up with the desire When I think about it Im happy not to be without it Baby grab a hold and feel me in your soul Climb on high and lets fly free Cause baby to night you belong to me |
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Wow...we have a poet in the house.
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There was an old man from nantucket
who kept all his cash in a bucket His daughter, Nan eloped with a man and as for the bucket, Nantucket. |
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Wow, i need a cold shower now...
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masturbate much??
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yes ,i do like green eggs and ham..........sam i am!!!!!!!!!!!
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that night when we parted,
the smell of your lips upon mine, left me in a paradise of eternity, where i would linger for just one more moment but your presence like a fire with never dying embers burns itself in my soul and i stare at the wall at the faded dark clock counting the time second by slow second just waiting and hoping that you will come through the door (prepares cold shower for ruewen...) |
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Nice mixture of poetry. We've got both ends of the spectrum.
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The Void
There are some things to be angry But to what are they named, For what Tragedy may occur, Left with Words unspoken Of the most precious jewel. One not Found and yet Sought. To have spent much Time, Searching and Knowing love never be. Hoping every day they will come, To complete the Void within. |
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kamasutra:
which ends are those? the deep end and the shallow end? |
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